He snorts, face contorting for an instant into a snarl that's almost an echo of Alton's ... but he catches his own leash. May. May. Peter, Bruno, Otto, Isabel, Chiaki, Reira... He says their names like a rosary in his mind, until calm finds him again. He has the presence of mind to actually look embarrassed for a moment, even uncertain, before licking smoke-and-dust-dried lips to speak again, quietly.
"Think whatever you want about me for following Elias. But 'nothing' is exactly what you mean to the Fog in the end. Look around, Beck. Think of every single month we've been here. D'you really think that the Fog is the poster God for stability?"
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5/12/22 18:43 (UTC)He snorts, face contorting for an instant into a snarl that's almost an echo of Alton's ... but he catches his own leash. May. May. Peter, Bruno, Otto, Isabel, Chiaki, Reira... He says their names like a rosary in his mind, until calm finds him again. He has the presence of mind to actually look embarrassed for a moment, even uncertain, before licking smoke-and-dust-dried lips to speak again, quietly.
"Think whatever you want about me for following Elias. But 'nothing' is exactly what you mean to the Fog in the end. Look around, Beck. Think of every single month we've been here. D'you really think that the Fog is the poster God for stability?"